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I'm working on this now. It's very sexy and involves a lot of alien scifi tickling. In case anyone remembers, I wrote the Ticklish Predicament comics. This is a JOI script that you are supposed to listen to instead of read, I guess. Contains male masturbation. Bascially, it's a JOI. Anyway, here's the work so far. Its got laughing gas, freeze fetish, tentacles, explicit sex. It's obviously for enlightened adults. If you aren't one of those, don't destroy your mind on my account. Now is the time to quit.
I'd love to find a sexy voice to read this too. So hit me up if you'd like to send me an audio version of this with your voice. I'd love it!
THE PLEASURE PLANET PART ONE
There has not been any contact with the USS Aphrodisia for twenty hours. Commander Johnathon Davis, Lieutenant Malcolm Collins, and Lieutenant Michael Boseman are considered lost in action. Science officer Commander Jessica Moon and Security Officer Lieutenant Alison Matrix have also been out of contact for the same amount of time. The ship’s last known position was orbiting a mysterious M class planet referred to locally as “The Pleasure Planet”.
It has been seven days since Aphrodisia was lost.
Space Fleet assigned a second ship, the USS Courage, to investigate the disappearance of USS Aphrodisia. The Captain is Karen Hall. Ship’s first officer is Science Officer Lieutenant Commander Jean Grey, a certified genius from the Space Fleet academy of logic. The ship’s pilot and security officer is Lieutenant Diana Cook, a buxom martial artist from Texas.
There are rumors that the planet is inhabited by a species of semi-sentient creatures that feed on radiated human emotions. The appearance of these creatures is not known as no science reports have been returned from The Pleasure Planet. USS Aphrodisia’s mission was to investigate and return to Space Fleet with a detailed report of the lifeforms occupying this planet. Aphrodisia has not replied to Space Fleet communications since arriving at Pleasure Planet.
USS Courage arrives at Pleasure Planet. Lieutenant Commander Jean Grey dutifully performs a sensor scan of the planet’s surface. Aphrodisia’s location is discovered, though sensors cannot locate the crew. Captain Hall orders the ship to descend. Courage lands within the hour, and the crew arm themselves before leaving the ship.
There’s still no sign of the crew, but Aphrodisia is sitting in the middle of a beautiful lush valley of green grass and purple flowers. The flowers seem to be emitting a strange pollen which drifts above them as a faint mist. Lieutenant Diana Cook discovers the potency of the purple mist when she breathes the pollen and finds, to her surprise, that she cannot take another step. She can’t call for help, or move to take her blaster from its holster. Unfortunately, Captain Karen Hall does not notice this and neither does Security Officer Jean Grey. Both women walk into the same purple mist trap that has so easily detained their colleague. By the time they see Lieutenant Diana, green tentacles have grown upwards from the grass and are beginning to remove Lieutenant Diana’s space suit, boots, and her sidearm.
You should begin stroking your cock now. Remember, this is an erotica resistance training exercise. You are compelled to obey every command given to you. The obedience panties you are wearing force you to obey every instruction you are given.
Stroke your cock and do not stop stroking until you are instructed to stop.
Good luck, trainee.
Captain Karen is about to ask her security officer what she thinks she is doing, but Captain Karen cannot speak or move. Security Officer Jean reaches for her blaster, looking around for a target to shoot. It seems the whole valley is alive. The grass sways and moves like a living thing. Jean considers shooting the ground itself, but its too late. She has become paralyzed too. She cannot complain, struggle, or run away as a green tentacle plucks the energy weapon from her hand.
By this time, Lieutenant Diana’s boots and space suit have been removed. The sexy security officer is standing numb and frozen, her generous breasts concealed by a tight Nike sports bra. She wears matching black panties. Long green tentacles explore the tops of her thighs, searching the edges of the flimsy material. Diana is powerless to resist as the alien tentacles tease and accidentally tickle the tops of her thighs. Accidentally. Perhaps the tickling is accidental. Perhaps it is not.
Captain Karen has her boots removed. She is incredibly frustrated. She tries holding her breath, but she can’t do it for long. And every breath she takes means she breathes more of the purple mist. And every breath of the purple mist means she’ll be immobilized for such a long time.
Oh dear.
The alien tentacles remove Lieutenant Commander Jean’s boots and shirt. Her pants are gone too, and the nerdy science woman is standing in her underwear, helpless as can be. She couldn’t feel more helpless and more vulnerable. And it turns her on that she can’t escape the green tentacles that begin to explore the waistband of her panties. And it turns her on to think that those naughty tentacles actually want to get inside her panties. And it turns her on to think that each breath she takes just makes her as helpless as her captain and Lieutenant Diana. She has a duty to resist such sexual temptations and must challenge the arousal she naturally feels. But as Lieutenant Diana’s panties are slowly pulled down, it is exceedingly difficult.
Oh gosh.
Powerful tentacles loop around Diana’s wrists and ankles, lifting her from the ground. Another tentacle tosses away her panties. Diana is carried away as more tentacles pull the sports bra away, revealing two magnificent breasts that jiggle in hopeless and hard-nippled arousal as they are unclothed.
Oh my goodness!
Science Officer Jean is next. The tentacles learn quickly and removing Jean’s panties and bra is as swift as it is easy. Jean’s nipples become erect even before the strong tentacles loop around her ankles and wrists. Unable to call for help or even gasp in pleasure, Jean is carried away without any struggling or resistance. And she’s breathing that terribly naughty pink mist the whole time.
Captain Karen is next. What a struggle she puts up! Fighting with all her resolve and every ounce of strength she has. Oh well, not that anybody would notice. She’s unable to move a muscle, remember? She can’t struggle, fight, call for help. She’s just undressed in the wink of an eye. As she’s carried away, another stray tentacle worms its way between her legs. Something tiny and pink and interesting has appeared there. The aliens are interested to see what it is. Karen’s budding clitoris is tickled as she’s carried away, and that’s the end of the crew of the USS Courage.
Or is it.
The three naked ladies are carried through the purple mist to a valley of pink grass. Each woman is handed over like a piece of luggage. Green alien tentacle handing over to pink alien tentacle. And the purple mist makes sure they can’t resist or challenge their captives. They are laid down on the pink grass beside two cocooned bodies.
The two ladies from the USS Aphrodisia are cocooned here, naked, in slender pink tentacles. Science officer Commander Jessica Moon and Security Officer Lieutenant Alison Matrix are all tied up, their ankles wrapped up tight and their hands bound behind their backs. Tiny tickling tentacles are teasing each woman’s hopelessly erect nipples. Between their legs, a swarm of tiny wiggling and squirming tentacles teases and caresses their private parts.
Jessica and Alison are giggling helplessly. They have no choice. A cloud of laughing gas floats around their bodies, emitted from the spongey material they are lying on. The more they struggle and wriggle, the more gas is released. They are having a very giggly time indeed!
Oh gosh!
There’s no way for Captain Karen or her two officers to escape. They are gently placed alongside USS Aphrodisia’s giggling officers. Without a moment to spare, the thin pink tentacles begin wrapping Karen, Diana, and Jean up very neatly. Neither woman wants to giggle or laugh. They all hold their breath. It’s absolutely hopeless. Captain Karen is the first to breathe the euphoric gas. The gas makes her head spin and she tries so very hard not to laugh. Whoopsy doodle. She laughs anyway. She laughs like a first-year cadet getting her feet tickled during a hazing ceremony!
Oh my goodness no!
Lieutenant Diana breathes the gas next. Her large hazel eyes open wide and she frowns in a mixture of fear and frustration. Her next breath is all titters and s******s. She begins to writhe around on the pink fronds, puffing open more of the hidden laughing gas pouches and releasing more of the gas.
Oh dear.
Captain Karen and Lieutenant Diana are giggling helplessly. The paralysis is wearing off, but it doesn’t matter. Their ankles are getting tied together by the pink tentacles and their wrists are getting tied behind their back, just like the female crew of the USS Aphrodisia. They’re too giggly to struggle properly, of course, but even if they were the lovely ankle and wrist restraints would keep them neatly where they are supposed to be.
Oh my!
Science Officer Jean is holding her breath. She isn’t giggling yet. Maybe she has some chance for escape now! She struggles to her hands and her knees. She’s on all fours, about to push herself up and make a run for it. But the thin pink tentacles snake around her ankles and wrists. She pulls and fights her bondage, but she can’t get away.
She’s still holding her breath. She’s still fighting.
Oh gosh!
Jean’s ass is in the air, shaking from side to side. She hauls and struggles against her wrist restraints, her torpedo-shaped breasts hanging down to the pink fronds beneath her. She just can’t get free. No matter how hard she pulls and yanks and fights. She can’t escape. And she’s holding her breath because she’s far too embarrassed to be giggling helplessly. Oh gosh, it’s just so terrible to be so naked and helpless. Giggling uncontrollably is just too much already! But the little pink ticklers find her hard nipples and Jean gasps in surprise. She accidentally takes a little breath of the silly giggle gas. Whoopsy doodle! The little pink ticklers begin to tease and tickle her nipples. She pulls and shakes her body to get away from those ticklers, but she can’t do it. And now she’s smiling like a crazy person because that one gasp has her hooked. The gas has got her. She takes another breath. Whoopsy doodle! The pink ticklers stroke and caress her nipples. She begins to titter and giggle. She even moans a little. Who wouldn’t moan when their nipples are tickled? I bet you would. Start tickling your nipples now and see what I mean. Whoopsy doodle! Here we go again! Oh gosh. Those little ticklers swirl around and around her nipples so softly, so gently, so wonderfully lovingly. She can’t help but love the sweet caresses and she breathes the laughing gas without a care, laughing and wriggling and just loving the delicious sensation of having her nipples stroked and so lovingly played with.
Oh my goodness!
Science Officer Jean is enraptured by the nipple tickling tentacles. They are tickling her nipples and she just loves it. The laughing gas helps. She doesn’t have any inhibitions anymore. She’s just on all fours, neatly tied down, ass in the air with her pendulous breasts tickled and stroked. And she just loves it.
Here we go again!
Tickle tickle tickle like a good boy.
Science Officer Jean loves having her nipples tickled. Her inhibitions and shyness have just disappeared. Her ass wiggles in the air, her muffin glistening from her juices. She’s so engorged there, so ready. The pink tentacles sense this and a long tentacle reaches up for her wet slit. Jean sees the tentacle coming, but she can’t do a tiny thing to avoid it. Even if she could, she’s just far too giggly and feeling far too lusty to care. She loves having her nipples tickled. She just loves it. And so do you.
Whoopsy doodle!
Tickle tickle tickle, naughty nipples! Resist all you want, trainee. Just keep tickling.
Jean gasps another lovely lungful of giggle gas as the soft and slippery tongue finds her sexy slit. Oh my goodness! She bucks her ass up and down. Her ankles almost come free of the binding tentacles, but of course they don’t come free. Extra pink tentacles wrap around her wrists and ankles, keeping her nice and tightly bound. And the lovely licking tentacle begins to lap up the juices all around Jean’s hot mound. Jean’s shaking and her knees are wobbling. Her nipples are oh so hard. Oh, so hard.
Oh, my, goodness!
Tickle tickle tickle, naughty nipples!
Jean’s tiny little clit is eased out of its sheath by the lovely licking tentacle. She laughs uncontrollably as her lovely bean is revealed. Her bean is so slippery and wet, so ready for action. I’d love to report that her colleagues, Captain Karen and Lieutenant Diana, try to help her. I would love to report that, but it would not be true. Karen and Diana are all tied up on the pink laughing gas pads. They’re squirming around like fish out of water, laughing and wriggling. But they’re not even trying to untie themselves or get free. Not anymore. They’re trapped and helpless.
Whoopsy doodle.
Tickle tickle tickle, naughty nipples!
You’re going to be stroking again soon. Don’t worry if you are feeling turned on beyond control. That’s perfectly normal. The objective here is to delay your orgasm for as long possible.
The tentacle tongue begins to lovingly lick Jean’s clitoris. Her nipple ticklers keep up their wonderful work too.
Whoopsy doodle.
Tickle tickle tickle, naughty nipples!
Jean’s full of laughing gas, full of tickles, full of orgasmic spasms and twitches. The pink tentacle spins and kisses and tweaks her tiny bean and Jean just loves it.
Stroke stroke stroke.
Jean’s going to come. She can’t help herself. Her nipples are so hard and larger tentacles are wrapping around her breasts, squeezing and caressing. Between her legs the tongue licks all around and around and around her clit. It feels so wonderful. Jean’s butt jiggles and bounces. Another naughty tentacle reaches up to slap her ass hard! Oh my goodness! Jean is getting her clit licked! Jean is getting her nipples teased! Smack! Her bouncing butt is smacked once more. Jean’s eyes bug open as she begins to come. She didn’t even know that she liked to be spanked.
Smack!
Smack!
The tentacles pinch and caress her clit.
Smack!
Jean’s lost in orgasmic bliss. But shit gets real when another tentacle snakes out of the bed of pink fronds and begins to tickle her little puckered anus! Oh shit, that’s just wild!
Smack! Slapping her bouncing butt.
Tickle tickle tickle around her puckered anus.
Stroking and licking her tiny lovely clitoris.
Keep stroking now. Don’t come. Tickle your left nipple now.
Smack! Jean’s bouncing butt slapped again! She laughs hysterically as multiple orgasms send her into a blissful orbit.
A tentacle tickles her puckered anus. Another tentacle licks and teases her clit.
Whoopsy doodle!
Every time you hear me say the words “tickle tickle tickle”, you’re going to feel compelled to tickle your left nipple. There won’t be any way to resist or stop yourself. Those words will just result in your left hand tickling your own nipple. You will be powerless to stop yourself. The good news is that you can keep stroking.
Tickle tickle tickle.
Keep stroking.
Science Officer Jean has a moment of clear thought as her orgasm peaks. This planet is an amusement arcade for the sexy, a playpark for the erotic and perverted. But something has gone wrong. The pleasure giving aliens have gone out of control, and any visitor to this planet will be ensnared by them and subjected to irresistible and inescapable pleasure. She still has this thought in her mind as she breathes another lungful of the laughing gas. She begins to smile and giggle again. No more Space Fleet! No more space exploration!
The pink tentacle finds her anus again. Whoopsy doodle! Tickle tickle tickle. Don’t forget to obey!
Tickle tickle tickle naughty nipple.
Tickle tickle tickle puckered anus!
Jean struggles. She tries to call for help. The other naked women can’t help. They can’t do anything. The crew of USS Aphrodisia are all tied up and helpless. Captain Karen is being rolled onto her tummy. She tries to keep her legs tightly closed as a slippery tentacle worms its way up her thighs towards her butt. Lieutenant Diana is on her back, giggling out of control as a dozen tiny tentacles swarm around her massive bouncing breasts. There’s no escape. The Pleasure Planet is an experience that’s going to go on, and on, and on, and on.
Whoopsy doodle!
Tickle tickle tickle! Stroke stroke stroke.
The tentacles catch Lieutenant Diana’s big breasts. She struggles so hard but it’s hopeless. Her nipples are tweaked and suckled. She swears and thrashes and gyrates in the laughing gas cloud. Soon she’s just laughing and wriggling as her nipples are tickled. The tentacles flip her onto her tummy just like Captain Karen. Oh my goodness. A tentacle slips right up Lieutenant Diana’s butt hole without any trouble at all! She’s so wet and hot down there! Oh gosh! Shit, that is really hot! Captain Karen sees this and fights even harder. But as she squirms on the ground her legs open just a tiny tiny bit.
Oh dear.
Whoopsy doodle! The tentacle slips into her bottom. Up it goes! And once it’s in there, it’s not coming out! Karen squirms and bounces and wriggles and squiggles. Oh my. But that terrible tickling tentacle is inside her butt and it isn’t coming out.
Oh my goodness.
Keep stroking.
Don’t come now. Not yet. You need to see what happens to Lieutenant Diana.
Tickle tickle tickle.
Diana’s a fighter. She’s a real powerhouse. She growls and grunts and struggles as those tentacles tease and tickle her nipples. The Pleasure Planet really knows how to make its visitors happy! Diana can’t resist the terrible tickles and she kicks hopelessly as the tentacle in her ass wriggles deeper and deeper and deeper. Another one is going straight for her cute and cleanly shaven vagina. She’s going to get her hairless hole tickled and that’s what’s going to bring her over the edge. All she can do is laugh and laugh about it. There’s no way to escape the pleasure.
Tickle tickle tickle.
Diana squeals in pleasure as a tentacle enters her sopping wet slit. She flips onto her back. The ass tentacle goes deeper and the nipple ticklers get easier access to those generous breasts. She shakes them from side to side helplessly. Stronger tentacles hold her ankles and shoulders in place now. She’s immobilized on her back, unable to roll over. The tentacle in her muffin explores every little part of her wetness. Her ass is filled up. Her big tits are squeezed and tickled and teased. Oh gosh!
Whoopsy doodle.
Keep stroking. Time for you to come now. There’s nothing you can do about that.
Try to resist and see what happens. Shit, you can’t even stop stroking now!
Stroke stroke stroke. The harder you try to stop, the more aroused you become. Oh well. That’s just the way it works.
And you didn’t even get to find out what happened to the male members of the USS Aphrodisa crew. In part two I’ll tell you all about Commander Johnathon Davis, Lieutenant Malcolm Collins, and Lieutenant Michael Boseman. You just won’t believe the pleasure they’re being forced to endure. You just won’t believe it.
Keep stroking.
Lieutenant Commander Jean Grey. She holds a degree in physics, another degree in astrophysics. She’s a graduate of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. Thirty-three years old and in a steady lesbian relationship with a French architect. Jean squirms in hopeless ecstasy, thinking about her girlfriend’s gentle caresses as tentacles tease her nipples, her slippery love muffin and her anus. Jean thinks of her girlfriend’s lips and tongue as her tiny clitoris is vibrated, teased, tickled. Tickle tickle tickled. And Jean succumbs to another lovely laughing gas orgasm.
Whoopsy doodle.
Tickle tickle tickle.
Keep stroking!
Lieutenant Diana. Beautiful, big-breasted Diana. MMA champion. Small arms marksman champion from twenty-one forty-two to twenty-one forty-four. Diana is thirty-nine years old. She’s got the body of a professional athlete. Right now, that wonderful physique is all neatly tied up by sexy pink tentacles. And she’s approaching the biggest orgasm of her life. With a tentacle deep in her ass and another tentacle squirming around inside her hot love nest. Oh, and not to mention those wonderful nipple tickling tentacles.
Whoopsy Doodle! Tickle tickle tickle! Tickle that nipple, boy!
Diana’s generous and delightful breasts are her downfall. She can’t resist the wonderful tickling tentacles as they swirl around her massive nipples. Her sexy slit begins to tingle. Tingle tingle. And she’s held so tight on her back, unable to flip or jerk or wriggle or squiggle away from her pleasure-giving protagonists. Shit, she’s bucking around like a wild animal. Oh well. She isn’t going anywhere. And neither are you.
Time to come now. Chop chop. Get on with it. Stroke that cock and surrender to me.
Another three slender tentacles begin a sexy assault on Diana’s muffin. She’s on her back, helpless. More tentacles begin to tickle her feet as her clit is teased from its hood. The laughing gas makes her laugh as she comes. She’s coming and laughing at the same time. Coming and laughing. Tentacles tickling her feet, tentacles tickling her butt hole. Tentacles everywhere. Nothing she can do except giggle and wriggle. Oh, and come. She has no choice but to come. And neither do you.
Tickle tickle tickle.
Are you still hanging in there?
Oh my goodness.
That will not do.
You’re going to come, you know. There’s no way to listen to this shit and hold out. No way. You’ll be blowing your load all over yourself and the training session will be over with.
Ready?
Tickle tickle tickle. Keep stroking. Go on, try to hold out. Even as Science Officer Jean gets her holes tickled and screwed senseless. Go on, listen to Jean struggle and giggle as the tentacles just tickle her helpless body. Diana is on her back, big breasts bouncing, and she’s getting tickled to a place she’s never been before. She’s reaching total orgasmic ecstasy. And she doesn’t know it yet, but the experience is never ending. The pink tentacles might let her rest for a while, but she isn’t getting away. Nobody who visits this place ever leaves. They just spend the rest of their lives tickled out of their minds, and having orgasm after orgasm.
Tickle tickle tickle.
Please resume stroking.
Captain Karen. Poor, beautiful, Captain Karen. Married to Olympic gold medalist. Karen is having an affair with her husband’s manager, Greg. Unfortunately, her husband found out all about the affair. He’s the one who bribed Space Fleet to send USS Courage to The Pleasure Planet. Captain Karen’s helpless plight is her punishment for being unfaithful. When she’s had her first helpless orgasm, the Pleasure Planet tentacles will produce a tape recorder with a recorded message from Karen’s husband. In the message, he will tell her all about her fate. Poor Karen. She’ll just laugh and laugh and laugh all the way through the message, poor girl. Whether she wants to or not. She’ll be tickled pink. Helplessly and hopelessly tickled pink.
END OF PART ONE
I'd love to find a sexy voice to read this too. So hit me up if you'd like to send me an audio version of this with your voice. I'd love it!
THE PLEASURE PLANET PART ONE
There has not been any contact with the USS Aphrodisia for twenty hours. Commander Johnathon Davis, Lieutenant Malcolm Collins, and Lieutenant Michael Boseman are considered lost in action. Science officer Commander Jessica Moon and Security Officer Lieutenant Alison Matrix have also been out of contact for the same amount of time. The ship’s last known position was orbiting a mysterious M class planet referred to locally as “The Pleasure Planet”.
It has been seven days since Aphrodisia was lost.
Space Fleet assigned a second ship, the USS Courage, to investigate the disappearance of USS Aphrodisia. The Captain is Karen Hall. Ship’s first officer is Science Officer Lieutenant Commander Jean Grey, a certified genius from the Space Fleet academy of logic. The ship’s pilot and security officer is Lieutenant Diana Cook, a buxom martial artist from Texas.
There are rumors that the planet is inhabited by a species of semi-sentient creatures that feed on radiated human emotions. The appearance of these creatures is not known as no science reports have been returned from The Pleasure Planet. USS Aphrodisia’s mission was to investigate and return to Space Fleet with a detailed report of the lifeforms occupying this planet. Aphrodisia has not replied to Space Fleet communications since arriving at Pleasure Planet.
USS Courage arrives at Pleasure Planet. Lieutenant Commander Jean Grey dutifully performs a sensor scan of the planet’s surface. Aphrodisia’s location is discovered, though sensors cannot locate the crew. Captain Hall orders the ship to descend. Courage lands within the hour, and the crew arm themselves before leaving the ship.
There’s still no sign of the crew, but Aphrodisia is sitting in the middle of a beautiful lush valley of green grass and purple flowers. The flowers seem to be emitting a strange pollen which drifts above them as a faint mist. Lieutenant Diana Cook discovers the potency of the purple mist when she breathes the pollen and finds, to her surprise, that she cannot take another step. She can’t call for help, or move to take her blaster from its holster. Unfortunately, Captain Karen Hall does not notice this and neither does Security Officer Jean Grey. Both women walk into the same purple mist trap that has so easily detained their colleague. By the time they see Lieutenant Diana, green tentacles have grown upwards from the grass and are beginning to remove Lieutenant Diana’s space suit, boots, and her sidearm.
You should begin stroking your cock now. Remember, this is an erotica resistance training exercise. You are compelled to obey every command given to you. The obedience panties you are wearing force you to obey every instruction you are given.
Stroke your cock and do not stop stroking until you are instructed to stop.
Good luck, trainee.
Captain Karen is about to ask her security officer what she thinks she is doing, but Captain Karen cannot speak or move. Security Officer Jean reaches for her blaster, looking around for a target to shoot. It seems the whole valley is alive. The grass sways and moves like a living thing. Jean considers shooting the ground itself, but its too late. She has become paralyzed too. She cannot complain, struggle, or run away as a green tentacle plucks the energy weapon from her hand.
By this time, Lieutenant Diana’s boots and space suit have been removed. The sexy security officer is standing numb and frozen, her generous breasts concealed by a tight Nike sports bra. She wears matching black panties. Long green tentacles explore the tops of her thighs, searching the edges of the flimsy material. Diana is powerless to resist as the alien tentacles tease and accidentally tickle the tops of her thighs. Accidentally. Perhaps the tickling is accidental. Perhaps it is not.
Captain Karen has her boots removed. She is incredibly frustrated. She tries holding her breath, but she can’t do it for long. And every breath she takes means she breathes more of the purple mist. And every breath of the purple mist means she’ll be immobilized for such a long time.
Oh dear.
The alien tentacles remove Lieutenant Commander Jean’s boots and shirt. Her pants are gone too, and the nerdy science woman is standing in her underwear, helpless as can be. She couldn’t feel more helpless and more vulnerable. And it turns her on that she can’t escape the green tentacles that begin to explore the waistband of her panties. And it turns her on to think that those naughty tentacles actually want to get inside her panties. And it turns her on to think that each breath she takes just makes her as helpless as her captain and Lieutenant Diana. She has a duty to resist such sexual temptations and must challenge the arousal she naturally feels. But as Lieutenant Diana’s panties are slowly pulled down, it is exceedingly difficult.
Oh gosh.
Powerful tentacles loop around Diana’s wrists and ankles, lifting her from the ground. Another tentacle tosses away her panties. Diana is carried away as more tentacles pull the sports bra away, revealing two magnificent breasts that jiggle in hopeless and hard-nippled arousal as they are unclothed.
Oh my goodness!
Science Officer Jean is next. The tentacles learn quickly and removing Jean’s panties and bra is as swift as it is easy. Jean’s nipples become erect even before the strong tentacles loop around her ankles and wrists. Unable to call for help or even gasp in pleasure, Jean is carried away without any struggling or resistance. And she’s breathing that terribly naughty pink mist the whole time.
Captain Karen is next. What a struggle she puts up! Fighting with all her resolve and every ounce of strength she has. Oh well, not that anybody would notice. She’s unable to move a muscle, remember? She can’t struggle, fight, call for help. She’s just undressed in the wink of an eye. As she’s carried away, another stray tentacle worms its way between her legs. Something tiny and pink and interesting has appeared there. The aliens are interested to see what it is. Karen’s budding clitoris is tickled as she’s carried away, and that’s the end of the crew of the USS Courage.
Or is it.
The three naked ladies are carried through the purple mist to a valley of pink grass. Each woman is handed over like a piece of luggage. Green alien tentacle handing over to pink alien tentacle. And the purple mist makes sure they can’t resist or challenge their captives. They are laid down on the pink grass beside two cocooned bodies.
The two ladies from the USS Aphrodisia are cocooned here, naked, in slender pink tentacles. Science officer Commander Jessica Moon and Security Officer Lieutenant Alison Matrix are all tied up, their ankles wrapped up tight and their hands bound behind their backs. Tiny tickling tentacles are teasing each woman’s hopelessly erect nipples. Between their legs, a swarm of tiny wiggling and squirming tentacles teases and caresses their private parts.
Jessica and Alison are giggling helplessly. They have no choice. A cloud of laughing gas floats around their bodies, emitted from the spongey material they are lying on. The more they struggle and wriggle, the more gas is released. They are having a very giggly time indeed!
Oh gosh!
There’s no way for Captain Karen or her two officers to escape. They are gently placed alongside USS Aphrodisia’s giggling officers. Without a moment to spare, the thin pink tentacles begin wrapping Karen, Diana, and Jean up very neatly. Neither woman wants to giggle or laugh. They all hold their breath. It’s absolutely hopeless. Captain Karen is the first to breathe the euphoric gas. The gas makes her head spin and she tries so very hard not to laugh. Whoopsy doodle. She laughs anyway. She laughs like a first-year cadet getting her feet tickled during a hazing ceremony!
Oh my goodness no!
Lieutenant Diana breathes the gas next. Her large hazel eyes open wide and she frowns in a mixture of fear and frustration. Her next breath is all titters and s******s. She begins to writhe around on the pink fronds, puffing open more of the hidden laughing gas pouches and releasing more of the gas.
Oh dear.
Captain Karen and Lieutenant Diana are giggling helplessly. The paralysis is wearing off, but it doesn’t matter. Their ankles are getting tied together by the pink tentacles and their wrists are getting tied behind their back, just like the female crew of the USS Aphrodisia. They’re too giggly to struggle properly, of course, but even if they were the lovely ankle and wrist restraints would keep them neatly where they are supposed to be.
Oh my!
Science Officer Jean is holding her breath. She isn’t giggling yet. Maybe she has some chance for escape now! She struggles to her hands and her knees. She’s on all fours, about to push herself up and make a run for it. But the thin pink tentacles snake around her ankles and wrists. She pulls and fights her bondage, but she can’t get away.
She’s still holding her breath. She’s still fighting.
Oh gosh!
Jean’s ass is in the air, shaking from side to side. She hauls and struggles against her wrist restraints, her torpedo-shaped breasts hanging down to the pink fronds beneath her. She just can’t get free. No matter how hard she pulls and yanks and fights. She can’t escape. And she’s holding her breath because she’s far too embarrassed to be giggling helplessly. Oh gosh, it’s just so terrible to be so naked and helpless. Giggling uncontrollably is just too much already! But the little pink ticklers find her hard nipples and Jean gasps in surprise. She accidentally takes a little breath of the silly giggle gas. Whoopsy doodle! The little pink ticklers begin to tease and tickle her nipples. She pulls and shakes her body to get away from those ticklers, but she can’t do it. And now she’s smiling like a crazy person because that one gasp has her hooked. The gas has got her. She takes another breath. Whoopsy doodle! The pink ticklers stroke and caress her nipples. She begins to titter and giggle. She even moans a little. Who wouldn’t moan when their nipples are tickled? I bet you would. Start tickling your nipples now and see what I mean. Whoopsy doodle! Here we go again! Oh gosh. Those little ticklers swirl around and around her nipples so softly, so gently, so wonderfully lovingly. She can’t help but love the sweet caresses and she breathes the laughing gas without a care, laughing and wriggling and just loving the delicious sensation of having her nipples stroked and so lovingly played with.
Oh my goodness!
Science Officer Jean is enraptured by the nipple tickling tentacles. They are tickling her nipples and she just loves it. The laughing gas helps. She doesn’t have any inhibitions anymore. She’s just on all fours, neatly tied down, ass in the air with her pendulous breasts tickled and stroked. And she just loves it.
Here we go again!
Tickle tickle tickle like a good boy.
Science Officer Jean loves having her nipples tickled. Her inhibitions and shyness have just disappeared. Her ass wiggles in the air, her muffin glistening from her juices. She’s so engorged there, so ready. The pink tentacles sense this and a long tentacle reaches up for her wet slit. Jean sees the tentacle coming, but she can’t do a tiny thing to avoid it. Even if she could, she’s just far too giggly and feeling far too lusty to care. She loves having her nipples tickled. She just loves it. And so do you.
Whoopsy doodle!
Tickle tickle tickle, naughty nipples! Resist all you want, trainee. Just keep tickling.
Jean gasps another lovely lungful of giggle gas as the soft and slippery tongue finds her sexy slit. Oh my goodness! She bucks her ass up and down. Her ankles almost come free of the binding tentacles, but of course they don’t come free. Extra pink tentacles wrap around her wrists and ankles, keeping her nice and tightly bound. And the lovely licking tentacle begins to lap up the juices all around Jean’s hot mound. Jean’s shaking and her knees are wobbling. Her nipples are oh so hard. Oh, so hard.
Oh, my, goodness!
Tickle tickle tickle, naughty nipples!
Jean’s tiny little clit is eased out of its sheath by the lovely licking tentacle. She laughs uncontrollably as her lovely bean is revealed. Her bean is so slippery and wet, so ready for action. I’d love to report that her colleagues, Captain Karen and Lieutenant Diana, try to help her. I would love to report that, but it would not be true. Karen and Diana are all tied up on the pink laughing gas pads. They’re squirming around like fish out of water, laughing and wriggling. But they’re not even trying to untie themselves or get free. Not anymore. They’re trapped and helpless.
Whoopsy doodle.
Tickle tickle tickle, naughty nipples!
You’re going to be stroking again soon. Don’t worry if you are feeling turned on beyond control. That’s perfectly normal. The objective here is to delay your orgasm for as long possible.
The tentacle tongue begins to lovingly lick Jean’s clitoris. Her nipple ticklers keep up their wonderful work too.
Whoopsy doodle.
Tickle tickle tickle, naughty nipples!
Jean’s full of laughing gas, full of tickles, full of orgasmic spasms and twitches. The pink tentacle spins and kisses and tweaks her tiny bean and Jean just loves it.
Stroke stroke stroke.
Jean’s going to come. She can’t help herself. Her nipples are so hard and larger tentacles are wrapping around her breasts, squeezing and caressing. Between her legs the tongue licks all around and around and around her clit. It feels so wonderful. Jean’s butt jiggles and bounces. Another naughty tentacle reaches up to slap her ass hard! Oh my goodness! Jean is getting her clit licked! Jean is getting her nipples teased! Smack! Her bouncing butt is smacked once more. Jean’s eyes bug open as she begins to come. She didn’t even know that she liked to be spanked.
Smack!
Smack!
The tentacles pinch and caress her clit.
Smack!
Jean’s lost in orgasmic bliss. But shit gets real when another tentacle snakes out of the bed of pink fronds and begins to tickle her little puckered anus! Oh shit, that’s just wild!
Smack! Slapping her bouncing butt.
Tickle tickle tickle around her puckered anus.
Stroking and licking her tiny lovely clitoris.
Keep stroking now. Don’t come. Tickle your left nipple now.
Smack! Jean’s bouncing butt slapped again! She laughs hysterically as multiple orgasms send her into a blissful orbit.
A tentacle tickles her puckered anus. Another tentacle licks and teases her clit.
Whoopsy doodle!
Every time you hear me say the words “tickle tickle tickle”, you’re going to feel compelled to tickle your left nipple. There won’t be any way to resist or stop yourself. Those words will just result in your left hand tickling your own nipple. You will be powerless to stop yourself. The good news is that you can keep stroking.
Tickle tickle tickle.
Keep stroking.
Science Officer Jean has a moment of clear thought as her orgasm peaks. This planet is an amusement arcade for the sexy, a playpark for the erotic and perverted. But something has gone wrong. The pleasure giving aliens have gone out of control, and any visitor to this planet will be ensnared by them and subjected to irresistible and inescapable pleasure. She still has this thought in her mind as she breathes another lungful of the laughing gas. She begins to smile and giggle again. No more Space Fleet! No more space exploration!
The pink tentacle finds her anus again. Whoopsy doodle! Tickle tickle tickle. Don’t forget to obey!
Tickle tickle tickle naughty nipple.
Tickle tickle tickle puckered anus!
Jean struggles. She tries to call for help. The other naked women can’t help. They can’t do anything. The crew of USS Aphrodisia are all tied up and helpless. Captain Karen is being rolled onto her tummy. She tries to keep her legs tightly closed as a slippery tentacle worms its way up her thighs towards her butt. Lieutenant Diana is on her back, giggling out of control as a dozen tiny tentacles swarm around her massive bouncing breasts. There’s no escape. The Pleasure Planet is an experience that’s going to go on, and on, and on, and on.
Whoopsy doodle!
Tickle tickle tickle! Stroke stroke stroke.
The tentacles catch Lieutenant Diana’s big breasts. She struggles so hard but it’s hopeless. Her nipples are tweaked and suckled. She swears and thrashes and gyrates in the laughing gas cloud. Soon she’s just laughing and wriggling as her nipples are tickled. The tentacles flip her onto her tummy just like Captain Karen. Oh my goodness. A tentacle slips right up Lieutenant Diana’s butt hole without any trouble at all! She’s so wet and hot down there! Oh gosh! Shit, that is really hot! Captain Karen sees this and fights even harder. But as she squirms on the ground her legs open just a tiny tiny bit.
Oh dear.
Whoopsy doodle! The tentacle slips into her bottom. Up it goes! And once it’s in there, it’s not coming out! Karen squirms and bounces and wriggles and squiggles. Oh my. But that terrible tickling tentacle is inside her butt and it isn’t coming out.
Oh my goodness.
Keep stroking.
Don’t come now. Not yet. You need to see what happens to Lieutenant Diana.
Tickle tickle tickle.
Diana’s a fighter. She’s a real powerhouse. She growls and grunts and struggles as those tentacles tease and tickle her nipples. The Pleasure Planet really knows how to make its visitors happy! Diana can’t resist the terrible tickles and she kicks hopelessly as the tentacle in her ass wriggles deeper and deeper and deeper. Another one is going straight for her cute and cleanly shaven vagina. She’s going to get her hairless hole tickled and that’s what’s going to bring her over the edge. All she can do is laugh and laugh about it. There’s no way to escape the pleasure.
Tickle tickle tickle.
Diana squeals in pleasure as a tentacle enters her sopping wet slit. She flips onto her back. The ass tentacle goes deeper and the nipple ticklers get easier access to those generous breasts. She shakes them from side to side helplessly. Stronger tentacles hold her ankles and shoulders in place now. She’s immobilized on her back, unable to roll over. The tentacle in her muffin explores every little part of her wetness. Her ass is filled up. Her big tits are squeezed and tickled and teased. Oh gosh!
Whoopsy doodle.
Keep stroking. Time for you to come now. There’s nothing you can do about that.
Try to resist and see what happens. Shit, you can’t even stop stroking now!
Stroke stroke stroke. The harder you try to stop, the more aroused you become. Oh well. That’s just the way it works.
And you didn’t even get to find out what happened to the male members of the USS Aphrodisa crew. In part two I’ll tell you all about Commander Johnathon Davis, Lieutenant Malcolm Collins, and Lieutenant Michael Boseman. You just won’t believe the pleasure they’re being forced to endure. You just won’t believe it.
Keep stroking.
Lieutenant Commander Jean Grey. She holds a degree in physics, another degree in astrophysics. She’s a graduate of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. Thirty-three years old and in a steady lesbian relationship with a French architect. Jean squirms in hopeless ecstasy, thinking about her girlfriend’s gentle caresses as tentacles tease her nipples, her slippery love muffin and her anus. Jean thinks of her girlfriend’s lips and tongue as her tiny clitoris is vibrated, teased, tickled. Tickle tickle tickled. And Jean succumbs to another lovely laughing gas orgasm.
Whoopsy doodle.
Tickle tickle tickle.
Keep stroking!
Lieutenant Diana. Beautiful, big-breasted Diana. MMA champion. Small arms marksman champion from twenty-one forty-two to twenty-one forty-four. Diana is thirty-nine years old. She’s got the body of a professional athlete. Right now, that wonderful physique is all neatly tied up by sexy pink tentacles. And she’s approaching the biggest orgasm of her life. With a tentacle deep in her ass and another tentacle squirming around inside her hot love nest. Oh, and not to mention those wonderful nipple tickling tentacles.
Whoopsy Doodle! Tickle tickle tickle! Tickle that nipple, boy!
Diana’s generous and delightful breasts are her downfall. She can’t resist the wonderful tickling tentacles as they swirl around her massive nipples. Her sexy slit begins to tingle. Tingle tingle. And she’s held so tight on her back, unable to flip or jerk or wriggle or squiggle away from her pleasure-giving protagonists. Shit, she’s bucking around like a wild animal. Oh well. She isn’t going anywhere. And neither are you.
Time to come now. Chop chop. Get on with it. Stroke that cock and surrender to me.
Another three slender tentacles begin a sexy assault on Diana’s muffin. She’s on her back, helpless. More tentacles begin to tickle her feet as her clit is teased from its hood. The laughing gas makes her laugh as she comes. She’s coming and laughing at the same time. Coming and laughing. Tentacles tickling her feet, tentacles tickling her butt hole. Tentacles everywhere. Nothing she can do except giggle and wriggle. Oh, and come. She has no choice but to come. And neither do you.
Tickle tickle tickle.
Are you still hanging in there?
Oh my goodness.
That will not do.
You’re going to come, you know. There’s no way to listen to this shit and hold out. No way. You’ll be blowing your load all over yourself and the training session will be over with.
Ready?
Tickle tickle tickle. Keep stroking. Go on, try to hold out. Even as Science Officer Jean gets her holes tickled and screwed senseless. Go on, listen to Jean struggle and giggle as the tentacles just tickle her helpless body. Diana is on her back, big breasts bouncing, and she’s getting tickled to a place she’s never been before. She’s reaching total orgasmic ecstasy. And she doesn’t know it yet, but the experience is never ending. The pink tentacles might let her rest for a while, but she isn’t getting away. Nobody who visits this place ever leaves. They just spend the rest of their lives tickled out of their minds, and having orgasm after orgasm.
Tickle tickle tickle.
Please resume stroking.
Captain Karen. Poor, beautiful, Captain Karen. Married to Olympic gold medalist. Karen is having an affair with her husband’s manager, Greg. Unfortunately, her husband found out all about the affair. He’s the one who bribed Space Fleet to send USS Courage to The Pleasure Planet. Captain Karen’s helpless plight is her punishment for being unfaithful. When she’s had her first helpless orgasm, the Pleasure Planet tentacles will produce a tape recorder with a recorded message from Karen’s husband. In the message, he will tell her all about her fate. Poor Karen. She’ll just laugh and laugh and laugh all the way through the message, poor girl. Whether she wants to or not. She’ll be tickled pink. Helplessly and hopelessly tickled pink.
END OF PART ONE
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